She calls herself a wife? Please. Cloudy doesn’t work, she doesn’t cook, and every night I come home to cold plates and a messy house. I’ve been patient — too patient. Tonight, I finally took control.
One second she was standing there, mouth open like she was gonna talk back — the next, she was on her knees, ballgag stuffed between her lips, tears already forming. I tied her wrists tight to the chair, legs together, bare feet lifted and exposed. She knew what was coming. She felt it in the air.
Then came the first strike.
The whip cracked across her soles like lightning — sharp, fast, unrelenting. She screamed into the gag, body jerking, toes curling. I didn’t stop. Not after ten lashes. Not after twenty. Each one louder, harder, meaner than the last. Her feet turned red-hot, twitching with every hit, trembling like leaves in a storm…

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